of Patty and the grandkids.
Only to have that
motherfucking animal Blundetto...
Don't do it
to yourself, Philly.
It's hard to forget.
I don't forget.
I forget what
we were talking about.
Me too.
What the fuck was it?
Oh, yeah, Jesus.
Carmela.
The thing is...
You want coffee, coz?
If you're already
making it.
Hot water
and lemon, hon.
Honestly...
how can I short Carmela?
Maybe I'm not
following you.
I'm as supportive as the next guy,
but there's a point.
And what if Tony takes a turn
for the worse?
I'm gonna hand her
$100,000,
and he dies
the next day?
Be money
down the drain.
It's tempting,
but you can't think that way.
You all set now?
Yeah, I'm living
it up here.
You still stewing
about that money?
Spend some,
you'll get over it.
I'll never get over it.
Certain people...
let me tell you.
Oh, come on,
not Sil again.
Carmela.
He's a fucking vegetable.
But I still gotta pay
tribute to the princess of Little Italy.
- The boss' wife. What are you gonna do?
- Fuck her.
I'm on my way in now.
Yeah, good, and you might want to take
care of that thing we talked about.
Which thing?
That big piece of pie
you were bringing to the hospital
She's expecting you,
so make it happen.
What are you worried about?
I think I know who
I'm fucking dealing with here.
I resent that.
You have a problem
taking orders from me?
Keep your shirt on.
It's done.
Don't get in bed with him again.
You dislodged his drains.
That was my daughter.
And I can't help but think
that physical affection means something.
They refrigerate
this place, huh?
There you go.
What are you still
doing out there?
I got involved
in a lawsuit.
- A lawsuit?
- Could create problems later.
What kind of lawsuit?
Hello.
- Also...
- What?
I had an accident.
I fell down some stairs.
Oh, my God!
The doctor said...
What did he say?
"Mild concussion,"
he said.
Told me I'd be okay.
That's it.
I'm coming out there.
My mother's over here anyway.
She can stay with the kids.
No, don't do that.
Are you telling me
everything?
JT, I want to introduce you
to Carmine Lupertazzi
my co-executive
producer on the project.
Nice to finally meet. I heard tidbits
of what Chris has got in mind...
the genre
and so forth.
But, JT,
I gotta warn you,
I'm very hands-on.
I learned that the hard way.
I wanna welcome all
of you to the first meeting
of possible investors
on this project.
Some of you know I've had nine pictures
under my subspecies,
four in the "South Beach
Strumpet" series alone,
each with 30,000-plus
DVDs in print.
That being said, I usually find it
helpful at this stage
to include my
prospective partners
and get your inputs
or notes as we call them.
JT, you're on.
Well...
we've been working on a new
kind of slasher film.
It takes place
in the world of...
you know...
um, the mafia.
It's about a wiseguy with a big mouth
and bigger dreams.
Anyway, they call him
"The Butcher."
- No, they don't.
- Why the fuck not?
Need I remind you
of a certain butcher out of A. C?
Right.
Not "Butcher."
Go on, JT.
So, right.
He's kind of
outshining his boss.
So the guy has him clipped,
but he's still alive
when they cut him up.
He's gonna feel
that the next day.
Right.
So at the dump,
his body
reassembles itself,
all except for
a hand that got crushed.
So he ties a cleaver
onto the stump
and he goes out
to get revenge on everyone,
especially the boss, which
is a pretty solid role.
Right now it's called
"Pork Store Killer."
But I'm thinking...
just...
"Cleaver."
I'm confused.
You said he's dead.
How's he evening up with anybody?
He's a ghost?
As I understood,
a zombie of sorts.
Great title,
by the way.
But if they jointed him,
he's not gonna end up
all in the same dump.
- And how's that a slasher film?
- What are you talking about?
A slasher.
A couple of kids naked in a lake.
Certified maniac
on the loose, not a ghost.
Actually, the